numbing myself
from the inside out
stuck in a goddamn drought
with no way out
dumb from the cold
I'm 30 something years old
and however bold
I've been sold
by myself
I've been told
to myself
Nathan has haunted me
since I was a kid
there's no running away
there's no getting rid
She will keep him at bay
by the light of the full moon
there's not a thing I could say
crying is too good
laughter isn't good enough
I said the Queen is coming
stand fucking clear
I want to tear holes
in myself and let myself out
this piece inside
out here in this trance
silver hoop laden veins
screaming singing crimson
sailing arterial chains shimmering
madness lines my soul
dangling from my eyes
stifling my cries
ripping me to size
the size of all space in the sky
locked up to die
©John Edward Smith Jr.
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